We could talk, we could still talk about things
How I was stuck staring at ceiling stars peeling off
How I felt like a bed of bull carrying sparks
Wanted to fall off the moving wagon
You should know by now I’m a real piece of work
Cause you’re a real keeper
I’m a piece of work
You I’m good
You’re a real keeper
I’m a piece of work
Then the morning
to take the guns
the point then at the mirror
better, I promise
Cause you’re a real keeper
I’m a piece of work
You I’m good
You’re a real keeper
I’m a piece of work
Cause you’re a real keeper
I’m a piece of work
You I’m good
You’re a real keeper
I’m a piece of work